Larksong Grotto Now we got problems

How very interesting. The woman's pack was torn. One wolf wanted mercy, the other wanted none of it. Fancy that, Citali offered an alternative option that, in its own way, accomplished both. Now she had two sets of fangs staring at her every so sweetly. She snarled back. "Oh, I assure you. I am very skilled in the art of gelding." And torture if it came down to it. And a number of other things she dared not speak nor think out loud for fear her mind would run off with all sorts of ideas only to be disappointed later should he die before she ever accomplished them.

"I have other uses for this wolf," and none of them involved him dead. Yet. And so, Bastian's life would be far better off alive in her clutches as opposed to dead in their teeth. She circled 'round, turning her back on both males only to stare into Sebastian's dull eyes. She scowled, lingering there for a moment longer before she lifted a paw and cuffed him swiftly on the nose. "You are nothing. You will be forever nothing. Now grovel, you fool. You lost all validity the moment you forfeited your pride and begged for outside help."

A growl brewed within her as her ears flattened, her muzzle wrinkled to make true on the threat of her teeth. Behind her, her tail lashed as she removed her attention from the boy and turned back to the wolves who would have him dead. "I assure you, he will be handled to your satisfaction." If he got out of this alive... the wolf's life was hers. He wouldn't be allowed to forget it.